At that moment, Om lay unconscious on the floor of his own house… his body still, his breath faint.
Around him—
His entire family had gathered.
Tears, panic, helplessness… filled the air.
Sharda rushed to him, dropped to her knees, and gently lifted his head into her lap.
Her hands trembled as she stroked his hair, her voice breaking—
"Om… my child… what has happened to you?"
Vijay, trying to hold himself together, immediately called for an ambulance.
At the same time, Sharda, using her medical knowledge, began checking Om's pulse, his breathing… trying everything she could to stabilize him.
Nearby—
Maya was bleeding badly.
Vijay quickly moved to her, tearing a cloth and pressing it against her wound, trying to stop the blood.
"Stay with me… don't you dare pass out…"
His hands were shaking… but he didn't stop.
And just then—
The front door burst open.
The Mayor… his son… and Anshika rushed inside.
Anshika had sensed something was wrong the moment she heard about Om… and had dragged them along without wasting a second.
But the moment they stepped inside—
They froze.
The house…
Was destroyed.
Furniture scattered.
Glass shattered.
The hall looked like a battlefield.
And in the middle of it—
Om and Maya lay covered in blood.
The entire family was trying desperately to save them.
Anshika's breath hitched.
The Mayor's face turned pale.
They rushed forward.
"What… what happened to Om?! How did this happen, Vijay?! Tell me—how?!"
The Mayor's voice echoed, loud… shaken.
Vijay looked up, his face tense.
"Sir… Singhania came. This time, he brought someone with him… a man named Bali. He's the one who did all this."
His jaw tightened.
"Om fought him… to save all of us. That's why he's in this condition… and her too."
He glanced at Maya.
"But right now, Om is stable… he's out of immediate danger. But this girl—if we don't get her to the hospital fast… she might not survive."
Those words hit hard.
Anshika slowly knelt beside Om.
Her fingers gently brushed against his blood-covered face.
Her eyes filled instantly.
Just a few hours ago…
She had been smiling with him.
Sharing soft, quiet moments.
And now—
He was lying here… broken… barely alive.
Her lips trembled.
"Om… please… stay alive… we need you…"
Her voice cracked into a whisper.
But suddenly—
The Mayor stood up.
Something had caught his attention.
Vijay looked at him, confused.
The Mayor's eyes turned sharp.
"Did you say… Bali?"
Vijay nodded slowly.
And the moment he did—
The Mayor's expression changed.
Fear.
Real fear.
"Vijay… listen to me carefully. Leave the city. Right now. Take your family and hide somewhere remote… somewhere no one can find you."
His voice dropped, heavy.
"That man… is not human. He's a monster."
A stunned silence filled the room.
"I must say… this time, Om has messed with the wrong person."
Everyone stared at him.
Shocked.
Uneasy.
Vijay stepped forward, his voice low but firm—
"Sir… what exactly is Bali?"
The Mayor took a deep breath.
Then spoke—
"He's not just a criminal… he's a nightmare. Illegal arms trade, drugs, murders, kidnappings… every dark business you can think of—his name stands at the top."
His eyes hardened.
"He's known as the king of the underworld… a beast in human form. People say anyone who catches his attention… ends up dead."
A pause.
"And some even believe… he's bigger than the biggest dons out there. That he answers to no one."
The room felt colder.
"They say… a single punch from him carries the strength of a hundred elephants."
Another pause.
"And that power… isn't normal. Rumors say he got it from something… something demonic."
A chill ran through everyone.
"He's not just dangerous… he's twisted."
No one spoke.
Fear had already settled deep inside them.
But before anyone could react further—
Sirens echoed outside.
Two ambulances arrived.
Without wasting a second, everyone rushed.
Om… Maya… both were carefully lifted and placed inside.
The doors slammed shut.
And the vehicles sped off toward the hospital.
—
At that exact moment—
There were two people missing from the house.
Savita.
And her son, Harsh.
Inside her room—
Savita was hurriedly packing her bags.
Clothes… valuables… anything she could grab.
Harsh was doing the same.
"Harshu, hurry up! We need to leave as fast as possible!"
Her voice was tense… urgent.
"But Mom… what about Dad… and Isha?"
Harsh looked at her, fear in his eyes.
Savita didn't even look at him.
She kept packing.
"They'll be fine. Right now, what matters is us getting out of here. If we stay… we won't survive."
Her tone turned cold.
"Better we take advantage while everyone is busy dealing with that boy."
A slight pause.
"Staying with this family is like walking straight into death."
She zipped her bag.
"Now hurry up… we're leaving."
They were just about to finish—
When—
Footsteps.
Slow.
Approaching.
Both of them froze.
Their eyes snapped toward the door.
Fear crept across their faces.
Sweat formed on their foreheads.
The handle moved.
The door… slowly began to open.
Two feet stepped inside.
And the moment Savita and Harsh saw who it was—
Their fear turned into anger.
"Manoj! What is this?! You almost scared me to death! Who enters like that?"
Savita snapped.
Then quickly added—
"Anyway, forget it. Pack your things. We need to leave right now!"
But before she could finish—
Another figure stepped in from behind Manoj.
Vijay.
His eyes… filled with anger.
The moment Savita and Harsh saw him—
The bags slipped from their hands.
Thud.
Their throats went dry.
Fear returned.
Stronger than before.
Vijay stepped forward slowly.
His voice calm…
But dangerous.
"Where are you going… Bhabhi?"